I see the albatross and think of Coleridge:
Do not shoot the bird down, despite hunger or unslaked thirst, or you shall wear it as a heavy pennant.
Brilliant black wing tips
Birds that know the sea in all weather
And do not baulk at churning white water that measures less than a span beneath them.
Rainbows from sea spray on starboard.
We tear up the deep blue for sensational foam.
To the pods below
We are birds that cannot fly
Creatures that can only skim the surface.
Poseidon's great fluid velvet mantle.
He throws us like a drunkard
For our Bacchus disregard.
Regardless of ideology
He drift nets us.
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